Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 114: Facinating things from the future

Chapter 114: Facinating things from the future

Ave automatically found herself walking towards him instead of demanding what she had intended to. She walked up and stood at his side by the desk, while also making sure she put a little bit of distance between them, but no matter the distance, his scent still invaded her nose, and his presence was something one couldn’t ignore that easily.

She had to clear the fog in her throat before she glanced down at the drawings spread on the table. "These are all the things I promised to draw for you to see," she explained as she held up one of the drawings that happened to be the one he was staring at. It was a drawing of her new BMW, which she hadn’t gotten to use before the incident of her being here.

"This is called a car. It is what is used in the future instead of a carriage or horse, along with these other transportation means," she held up another that was of a motorcycle and other cars while he looked down at them in pure fascination. His eyes at this moment almost looked like those of a child being gifted the least expected gift anyone could give him. He traced his long fingers over the drawing and asked,

"How do they work? I mean, are they attached to some creatures other than horses to move?" he inquired, his deep voice laced with curiosity and disbelief as he couldn’t imagine how a horse would be tied to the front of these things to make them move like a carriage.

When she’d first told him that in the future, carriages were no longer in use, he had thought the people of the future were not as rich as them, unable to provide themselves with the luxury of riding in golden carriages or making anything as close as it, but looking at the beautiful thing she called a car, he was dumbfounded and surprised, yet he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of creature would pull such a thing and make it move.

Ave let out a small, amused chuckle at his innocent question. She shook her head, "No. They don’t need any creatures to pull them and make them move. In the future, things have advanced so much that many things have been invented to make it possible for them to move. You have to control them with a wheel and..." She proceeded to explain how a car worked, and he listened to her with so much attention she couldn’t help but find it somewhat adorable. It felt like she was teaching a child.

After he understood how a car worked, he picked up the drawing of the cityscape and pointed at it with a curious intensity burning in his amber eyes. If anyone were to see the cursed prince at this moment, they would question how they had come to fear someone with such childlike curiosity. His head was bent forward on the desk, and a few strands of his hair fell on his face, causing Ave, who stood at the side, to fight the urge to move them away from his face until his question snapped her back to the drawing of the cityscape.

"And what are these shiny things? They look like large, shining diamonds," he questioned with a frown on his face as he tried to make sense of the large diamonds and the many cars moving below them and people. Do the people of the future store their diamonds in open sight like this?

"Those aren’t diamonds. You remember the skyscraper I told you about the other day? That’s what it looks like at night. Those shiny things are lights from inside the buildings. You can see how the lights are brighter than the stars themselves," she explained, pointing to the faint dots she’d made as stars so he could see why she had been fascinated the other day to see so many stars in the sky here.

"Skycreepers," he trailed off in amusement as he stared at the drawing, trying to imagine what it would be like to be in such a thing. "Are they made for the royals of the future?" he asked again.

Ave, who was fighting a laugh after he’d mispronounced the word skyscraper again, heard his question, and she could no longer hold back her laughter. She laughed so hard until tears were rolling down the corners of her eyes, startling the curious Lucian, who had been so focused on learning that he didn’t know why she was laughing.

He shot her a small glare from the corner of his eyes where he noticed her blue eyes sparkled so brightly as she laughed, as if reflecting the sunlight itself before he looked back at the drawings again, a ghost of a smile playing on his face. Deep down, he enjoyed the sound of her laughter and wished she would continue to laugh. It sounded like a melodious tone he hadn’t heard in years, as the only thing that had surrounded him since the day he’d lost his mother was pain and abandonment.

Nobody had ever laughed or smiled in his presence. All he ever received from people were screams of terror and cries of fear. Nobody laughed, nobody cared to indulge him in anything other than when he was needed for war—until she came. She had made him feel more human and less the demon they painted him as; she had made him curious about another life far beyond his own.

She had laughed and even shed tears in his presence, not because she was terrified of him, but because she saw him as he was. He didn’t know when this began, but he had a feeling in his heart that he would never be the same again if she were to suddenly disappear from his life like she had suddenly appeared in it.

He had thought to stay away from her room today after he’d seen how mad she was for what had happened between them in the corridor, but even though he had changed into his night attire, he hadn’t been able to sleep in his chamber and had found himself sneaking in the shadows to come to her. He had entered through the window and laid down on the bed to wait for her to finish bathing, but he had spotted the drawing on the desk.

He had never seen anything as half as beautiful as the images she had created with her own hands. Beauty was an understatement—divine would be a better word, and heavenly.

Right now, he heard her laughter subside from the side as she perched the side of her hips on the edge of the desk and then answered his questions.

"I told you, in the future, we no longer do royals. Anybody can enter and work or live in any of those buildings as long as you have access to them. You see..." She went on explaining anything he needed to know to understand her time. Lucian listened quietly, not because he wanted to live there, but because she came from there, and lately, anything that concerned her seemed to be something of interest to him.

"What about these boxes, what are they?" he asked Ave, pointing now to the drawing of iPhones and other brands of mobile phones she had drawn.

Ave explained what they were used for, and she saw the disbelieving frown on his face as he wondered aloud, "You mean with these boxes, one can communicate with another person in a different land or kingdom? How is that possible? Do they use... magical powers in your time?" he asked in a low voice so she could be the only one to hear, and Ave laughed again—a laugh he would give anything to keep and hear often, if possible.

The two sat in that position with Lucian on the chair and Ave on the desk as she explained many of the drawings to him while occasionally laughing at his questions.

"Do you also have one of these things you drew?" he asked after a while, referring to the phones and laptop.

"Yes, I do. I have more than one of them, and I wish I could have even one here," she muttered, her voice not hiding her longing to have her mobile phone here. If only she had transmigrated with it, she would have documented every single moment of her time here to take back with her as a safekeep, especially to keep a picture of the man sitting in front of her so she would never forget her encounter with him.

Her longing was plain in her voice, and the man sitting next to her didn’t miss it. He then surprised her with his next words,

"Then do you know what I would need to be able to make one of these?" he questioned, his eyes finally moving completely away from the drawing to glance at her for the first time since she had come to stand beside him and explain things to him, while he’d tried his best to ignore her scent to learn about her time. However, once his eyes fell on her, he couldn’t bring himself to look away again.

Especially when he saw the silk nightdress she was wearing, where it clung to her body in all the right ways, and from how soft the material was, he could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to the curve of her breasts. The tempting mounds rose upwards as she seemed to notice his eyes on her. It was all he could do not to reach out and cup one. As if he had, her nipples hardened, the firm little buds pressing against her thin silk dress, causing his fingers to twitch subconsciously.

"Feeling cold, fierce kitten?" he purred before he could stop himself, and his eyes moved to her flushed face, where she glared at him in what seemed to be anger and displeasure. He immediately regretted stripping her naked with his eyes and pointing out that he’d noticed her reaction to his gaze. Lucian had decided this afternoon to control himself around her until she was ready to accept all his advances after what happened in the corridor this morning, but he’d slipped again.

She gritted her teeth and then moved back from him, the absence from beside him causing his heart to prick for some reason. It almost felt like she hadn’t just physically moved away from him, but emotionally, like she’d suddenly put up a wall between them, a wall he dared not try to cross if she didn’t cross it first.

"I don’t even know how you got into my room, but I want you out of it right now!" she snapped, her face flushed from both embarrassment and anger. Immediately, the silk dress transformed into a big shirt and pants that covered her curves. She turned to move to open the door for him, but Lucian swiftly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"I didn’t mean to. I apologize if I offended you just now," he said, his eyes boring into her flaring blues, masked in displeasure.

Lucian wasn’t the kind to apologize to anyone. He couldn’t even recall the last time he had apologized for anything he had done; the last time he’d given words of sincere apology was when his mother had died right before his eyes with a bitter smile on her face for not being able to stay with him. But seeing how Ave had distanced herself from him in a matter of seconds, he was willing to do more than apologize to bring back the familiarity between them—her laughter and her closeness to him.